that's not the moon

Drew added another word to his expanding concordance.

At first, I didn't understand what he was saying - I thought it was just more nonsensical babbling from the backseat during the ride home. But I glanced back and saw him pointing out the window, up at the sky, and saying, "Mama...whee-ah moo? Whee-ah moo, mama?"

And I think it speaks volumes for my increasingly proficient ability to interpret Toddlerese that I was able to figure out he was saying, "Mama, where is the moon?"

"The moon is behind a cloud, Drew," I answered.

He pondered that for a moment, and then said, "Loud? Moo? Whee-ah moo?" which I interpret to mean, "Cloud? Moon? Shut up woman and tell me where the moon is because I don't believe your pathetic excuse for a story for a second."

We experienced a minor meltdown last night when Drew decided that all he wanted for dinner was a Snackwell Devil's Food Cake cookie. We denied his request pending his acceptance of one bite each of carrots, baked beans and hamburger. He, in turn, denied our denial and rejected our counteroffer.

A stalemate was reached, and a brief squall ensued. Fortunately, our son having the attention span of, well, a two-year-old, he was distracted by a Kellogg's strawberry cereal bar, which is not as healthful as carrots, but still better than chocolate cookies for dinner.

Tonight we're taking him to a new activity we discovered last month - it's called Musical Fun. Offered at a learning center, it basically involves lots of music and an 'instructor' who gamely attempts to induce a roomful of toddlers and babies to follow her directions and dance along with the songs. It's like watching somebody try to herd cats.

Drew loved it the first time we took him. He cavorted and squealed and clapped and basically ran himself ragged so that, by the time we got home, all we had to do was put on his PJs and plop him into bed. That's my kind of night.